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Page 21 - With its airy chambers, light and boon, That open to sun, and stars, and moon ; That open unto the bright blue sky, And the frolicsome winds as they wander by.
Page 21 - And the young and the old they wander out, And traverse their green world round about ; And hark ! at the top of this leafy hall, How one to the other in love they call ! " Come up ! come up ! " they seem to say, " Where the topmost twigs in the breezes sway. " Come up ! come up ! for the world is fair Where the merry leaves dance in the summer air.
Page 164 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 22 - How pleasant the life of a bird must be, Skimming about on the breezy sea, Cresting the billows like silvery foam, Then wheeling away to its cliff-built home! What joy it must be to sail, upborne By a strong, free wing, through the rosy morn ! To meet the young sun face to face, And pierce like a shaft the boundless space; — v.
Page 111 - Oh ! many are the Poets that are sown By Nature ; men endowed with highest gifts, The vision and the faculty divine ; .Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse...
Page 96 - Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition...
Page 23 - mong the flowering trees ; Lightly to soar, and to see beneath The wastes of the blossoming purple heath, And the yellow furze, like fields of gold, That...
Page 62 - Still, where rosy pleasure leads, See a kindred grief pursue ; Behind the steps that misery treads, Approaching comfort view : The hues of bliss more brightly glow, Chastised by sabler tints of woe ; And blended, form with artful strife The strength and harmony of life.